Friday, June 9, 2006

A Night Out - A classic noir from The Grifter

This night, feels so warm. The air is filled with the acrid scent of desire and smoke. I take a sip of bourbon and as my glass falls away from my lips, I see her. She's standing there in an evening gown that begs to be removed. It has delicious secrets and so do I. She's simply stunning. Not the type you can bring home to mother. Then again, not many dames I know really are. I continue to pretend not to notice as she walks in. Every fella in the joint is filled to his brim with lust as they fumble for something to say. Too many one liners and stiffs, what a dame though. She's a tall drink of water with gams that go all the way up and a set of lips that'd set a man's face and pants on fire. Her blonde hair was swayain' just above her waist and her eyes were cutting every joe in the house down. That gal had quite a swing on her back porch. Yah, I was lookin', but who wasn't. If a fella didn't take the time to smell this rose, he was either a couple o' olives short of a dry martini or he was real light in the loafers. But bein' the sorta guy I am, I offer her a drink. She looks at me like I owed her one and with the smoothest set o' pipes I ever heard, she asks the bartender for a Manhattan. I chime in with my usual, a vodka stinger with a whiskey back and step on it, mac. She comes closer and with a flick of her wrist, she produces a cigarette from the gold case in her hand bag. In a deep sexy voice she asks me for a light. Before I know it, about twenty lighters come outta no where. She picks one and starts to glow. The bartender slips the drinks just under my radar as she playfully blows her smoke down my chimney. I inhale deeply as to say keep it comin' sweetheart. Picking up the olive in her drink, she begins to work it over slowly with her tongue as if to try to give every cat in the joint a heart attack. I continue to look on unphased as I throw back my drink. She lifts her Manhattan to her lips and takes a quick sip. She sets it down a grabs hold of my lapel. Her eyes are shootin deadly signals into mine as she moves in for the kill. Our lips meet like two burning taxis colliding. She intrduces me to heaven and I introduce her to my tongue. She proceeds to take it into her mouth and give it the royal treatment. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she could do some real damage if she wanted to and I was dyin' to find out. I pay the tab and slip the bartender a little extra for a drink well poured. I hail a cab and we get in. It feels like every eye on the street follows us as we roll down the street and around the corner. A few minutes later we pull up to her hotel. I tip the cabby and he gives the obligatory thumbs up as I slam the door. The doorman tips his cap and wishes me luck. Like I need it tonight. In case he hadn't noticed, I'd be shittin' shamrocks if I wasn't the gentleman I am. We finally make it into her room and she excuses herself. Says she's gotta slip into somethin' a little more comfortable. I nod, take off my jacket and pour us a couple o' bourbons, neat. She comes back in wearing the sheerest of night gowns and a grin from ear to ear. "Ya like what ya see, sailor?" she asks. I give her a grin and toss my drink down the back o' my throat and say, " I don't know nothin' about bein' a sailor but, I do have something long hard and full o' seamen." She gives me this hungry grin and proceeds to rip open my shirt. She starts to kiss and claw my chest when suddenly the room starts spinnin' outta control. She's askin' me if I'm okay; that's when I black out. The next thing I know I wake up face down in the alley minus my wallet, cufflinks and dignity. I look down to see my fly wide open and a ring of Mary Kay's crush me lovely lipstick around the little general. With a smirk, I reach into my jacket pocket and retreive a cigarette from its crumpled pack. I flick open a match book and fire up my lung rocket and take a deep, well deserved drag. I raise my zipper and pull out a thin black comb from my pocket. A couple o' swipes across my head and hair is back to normal. Well, as normal as a 2 a.m. stroll down a filthy alley will allow, anyway. She got what she wanted and I got what I needed. Now all I had to do is stop this freight train from plowing through my skull. I head back into the bar I had left earlier. The bartender looks up and sees me come in. "We're closed, ya know". I nodded and sat down. Before I could say another word, he sets two drinks in front o' me and says their on the house. I give him a nod. I look down and see a vodka stinger with a whiskey back. Clearly he liked the tip I dropped him earlier. I lift the drink to my lips and look out the window only to see that girl. I see her gettin' into a cab with a popular, well-to-do uptowner. She catches my eye and looks a bit suprised. She then flashes me that mischievious smile as she gets into the waiting cab. I raise my glass to her as they pull away. I was brought to my senses tonight and I enjoyed every moment. "She's quite a killer isn't she?" says the bartender. I simply reply, "She sure is, mac, she sure is".

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